Soulseekqt rooms empty chat3/19/2023 ![]() ![]() It was P’s review of DJ Rashad’s Just A Taste Vol. I was confident writing about music after reading Keith Kawaii’s Chocolate Grinder post on some Umberto track that had me vibing at the time of its release. Showering around 3:59 AM, water spraying off my head as I rub my hands across it, dancing inside my mind, Robyn filling my confidence by +10. I’ll fill out HR paperwork and send my coverage schedule shortly” - that I’ll send out at 4:45 AM, which includes a completed form for paid time off and a coverage email ready to click moments after. It’s around 3:43 AM on a Tuesday, and I’ve drafted a text - “Taking an emergency day off tomorrow. When we hear “Call Your Girlfriend” by Robyn, where ya soul be at?īuzzing my head completely at 29 years old, including my face, looking like Caillou. My wife opens the door and immediately pauses the music because I had turn’t the car’s audio speaker system. Ken was equally amused and astonished at the level of intricate trolling in “Everybody.” He equal parts dying-laughing and O_O, as “Everybody” penetrated both of our individual experiences. I remember having my good-friend Ken listen to “Everybody” after a long day at the beach, while my wife was buying a gallon of ice cream inside Fairway, just after watching the infamous video this song was based on. When we hear “Everybody” by DJ Rashad & Freshmoon off the I Don’t Give A Fuck EP, how’s your individual emoticon? Music is the future of medicine “Immaterial” was effervescence throughout Summer 2018. I can wake up from a deep-drunken sleep and survive an hour subway ride, still listening to “Immaterial” over and over off a Sony-clip speaker, and I have no idea what it is, other than the purest legal drugs. I don’t care this song makes me feel myself. I can listen to this near and with anyone. When we hear “Immaterial” by SOPHIE off OIL OF EVERY PEARL’S UN-INSIDES, how do you feel? Listening to Nirvana and being called a “poseur.” These are my shitty-/contextualized-personal examples of the way I absorbed the culture of music in my youth.Īt some point, the word “modern” has to deteriorate in meaning. Feeling the immensity of “Love In This Club” during Young Jeezy’s verse somewhere handling Summer 2007 and “feeling the burn.” Carefree back-skating on blades in the rink to “ Say My Name,” sweaty on the outside, going at my own pace. ![]() ![]() Hawkins’s “As I Lay Me Down” while trapped in a T.J.Maxx on 125th Street, whose chorus I can’t stop whistling for the next three hours, not buying a thing. Some of us appreciate the nostalgic abandonment of Sophie B. We mentally embrace the ownership of music/sounds surrounding our lives. And, for me, the immensity of sound absorbs my anxiety at an intensive healing rate. As we consume music/sounds, we - individuals - possess the ability to behold music/sound immediately, molding it as the resonating acoustics of our space. Whether you streaming sounds while cooking in the kitchen, through blaring speakers poorly taped to rusted handlebars biking down 8th Ave., peering across the sands-faded umbrellas of Long Beach, while soaping up during a midnight shower, or directly into your ear canal, Bluetooth technology is reptilian and as adaptive as you want it to be. Bluetooth technology currently shapes the size of sounds in all spaces, wirelessly. ![]()
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